Procrastination: An ironic blog post

I have the good fortune to be working at a job, where, during my lunch I've taken my computer to Starbucks to drink energy-fueling beverages and eat desserts as a reward for whatever I've done lately worthy of reward.  It's a loose reward system, for sure.  While waiting in line, I started to read a post about procrastination and how it's a sign of creativity, but something we can defeat.

This post, on Greatist.com

The post reminded me of a book that I highly enjoy; The Flinch by Julien Smith. [free for Kindle/Kindle App!]

Basically, both things suggest that you run into the flames, face anything that might scare you and, in the words of Walt Disney; Keep Moving Forward.

The first thing a creative procrastinator, like myself, might do, is to heat-seek the potential errors in this concept.  I mean, it sounds challenging.  Maybe there's a reason it's bad and I shouldn't trouble myself with this, right?  I could list many times that you shouldn't keep moving forward, and face something scary, because fear is what keeps us from getting killed.  I won't mention that list, because it's common-sense.

Some things need to happen the hard way—but not all. You don’t need to throw yourself into a fire to know it’s bad. But most lessons aren’t like this. They aren’t fatal, and they’ll make you stronger, not weaker. You should seek them out.

Julien Smith | The Flinch

I used to have a successful blog at keepingyouawake.com.  I count its success on the number and quality of wonderful people that I met while I was writing, sharing and reading other's posts.  I have thought about starting a new blog, but I felt pressure that prevented me from starting.

I felt like I needed to get the original group back together, which is me trying to regain that comfort zone, and the promise that those people will already accept me.  I felt like I needed a lot fo great material to start out, and that's a backlog I never feel like generating.  I felt like I needed to make time to do fun illustrations for all of my posts.

I was wrong.  This is proof.  This may go unread, but that's something I can deal with.  I'm going to start writing, again, and that's no longer conditional, based on the unlimited multitude of both rational and irrational reasons I could come up to not write.

Welcome back, self.  This should be a lot of fun.